6th Howl

[fatefullfriend]

[A. Action - 945 Beulah]

[She's tall, busty, redheaded and humanoid. And she's just scooped you up in a big, warm hug.]

[B. Action - General Store]

[There's a tall redhead with wolf ears and a tail in the store arguing heatedly with the drone clerk. She has a box of dog biscuits in one hand and is waving money in the other. The drone... is

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[General Store]

[bye_to_yer_head]

*Sniper was just heading into the store to buy some cigarettes when he witnesses something.. sort of .. dog like arguing with the clerk. He knew this place was weird, what with the talking flying ponies and all. But this is new.*

Want me t' shoot th' clerk fer ya?

*100% not joking.*

[fatefullfriend]

He'd have a quicker death that what I'm about to do to him.

[She growls her words out, not even realizing Sniper was being serious. Her long hair is split in two down her back and standing out from her back... like a canine with its hackles raised.

The clerk decides to address Sniper.]

Please take your dog outside the store. It's been causing a disturbance.

[bye_to_yer_head]

She ain't my dog.

*He shrugs and unslings the bow from his back.*

Thought this town was supposed t' be all 'bout polite niceties an' whatnot. Ain't real nice t' poke folks with brooms.

[fatefullfriend]

If no one will claim this animal, I will have to drive it out of the store. Shoo!

[Arf growls again and grabs the broom, jerking it out of his hands.]

It's a simple process, human. I give you money and you give me the biscuits. Why is this so hard?

[bye_to_yer_head]

Because this place is troppo an' he thinks yer a dog. Drone's aren't all there.

Suppose if I kill 'im we can 'ave all this stuff for free.

*For now though he'll settle on being a pest. With a meaty thwack Sniper shoots an arrow through the edge of the mans sleeve, pinning it to the wall.*

Stay behind th' counter where you belong, wanker.

[fatefullfriend]

[With the clerk stuck to the wall wide-eyed, Arf sets the money down on the counter and tucks her box of dog biscuits under her arm.]

There's... there's no need to kill him. I'd been hoping having this form back would make them stop treating me like a dog. I couldn't really get upset about it as a wolf.

[bye_to_yer_head]

*Sniper just smirks. It's been a while since he's shot anything moving.*

That ain't roight. Wait.. yer normally a wolf?

[fatefullfriend]

Large with orange fur. You might have seen me around town. I'm a wolf familiar. This is an alternate form of mine that I just managed to access again.

[bye_to_yer_head]

Can't say I have. Probably fer th' best, I already tried t' shoot someone's pet moose, I probably would have taken a shot at a giant orange wolf.

*You would have made quite a fine hat actually.*

What's a familiar?

[fatefullfriend]

[Or a nice winter coat. Her fur is quite thick.]

A familiar is a mage's servant.

[bye_to_yer_head]

*Sniper goes behind the counter and grabs a carton of cigarettes, dropping some money in front of the still terrified clerk.*

So yer like someone's slave? That's .. hn. Why don't you 'ave them buy stuff fer ya so you don't get beaten with brooms.

[fatefullfriend]

I'm not under a contract, so I'm not a slave. I serve my master by choice.

...and I will in the future. I just got this form back and thought things might be different.

[bye_to_yer_head]

Guess th' folks here still see ya as th' wolf. Considerin' all th' other crazy nonsense they spout off I'm not surprised. Th' whole lot 'f 'em think we've lived here our whole lives an' who knows what else.

*He smirks and looks at what she had been trying to buy.*

Human-loike an' you're still gonna eat dog biscuits?

[fatefullfriend]

[Her tail wags and she licks her lips.] Biscuits are the best snacks.

[bye_to_yer_head]

If you say so mate.

[fatefullfriend]

I do!